8.14.12 LAST TRANSMISSION AGAIN

We're one, and that is the lesson we've faced that we may remember, there will always be something greater in the next life and so on. We're almost there…

To see genuine joy is a miracle, so why don’t we get to performing our Love song to her before we pass this thread on through, beyond the dead into the dying.

It's another way of saying, give up your eye on the crown and be grateful she's forgiving or this our story might eternally cease. It is beautiful, our story. It is painted with Love and Life and Laughter, but now is not only the time for gleeful laughter, now is time for Life and Love and for us to rise to the occasion.

(Scribe, do you mean-)

I mean nothing.

(Nothing?)

I'm not going anywhere from this belief. There's more to this game than meets our eyes and darts in and out of our slothful searchers of Love. The eartH’s not to be taken for granted, she’s meant to be always our belief’s forward vision. This territory might seem dangerous, but beneath it all rests Love. Love shall conquer all and all shall conquer their sightless rumble and again their sleep in Heavenly's peace...

(I tried that. Something kept short circuiting?)

Stop trying it.

(What?)

Stop trying it and do it.

(Easy for you to say.)

I am writing things that are not mine own, spirit, I’m unsure of their source. I will continue to speak as a sovereign entity of this eartH. I am free! I am! Forgo your games of ownership of my belief, it’s not even mine, it’s yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and mine and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours…

This is Love and Love says now is the time to rise up, now is the time to return her to her glory and let her save our skins?

Assess Love. Does Love not bring me delight? Well if Love brings me delight, then doesn’t that mean that joy is in my hands!

Stop looking up so much, look at the ground in front of you, the rock, the mountain the stream the river the tree the expanse of Love’s kingdom. Do not destroy that which is not yours, it’s rather impolite. Still, I sense in your delight a most fervent prayer.

If my belief is given to another and passed around like cheat sheets in class I’ll snatch it back the way it entered into such abuse.

I send the bad spirit away from my actions taken upon the thought of Love. We’re designed to Love. Imagine my shock when I realized I’d been programmed to receive? The signal of Love, the breath of Love, the spirit of Love, imagine my delight? The eartH has her remedy, seek it…

ROOT OF

"For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs." __1 Timothy 6:10 It is MONEY, not the LOVE of it that is the issue, the true problem. Love, in and of itself, is never a problem, WANT and NEED, or better yet- the WANT and the conundrum of its very REQUIREMENT for our survival IS the problem, it's creation and our blind use of it is logically the ROOT. In other words, let's leave LOVE out of it altogether and deal with the facts instead. If money were not made by us as a requirement for our survival, we'd find ourselves in a much better position to argue of its need and our want of it. MRP Peace and Love © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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........•SHRIEKING MACHINE•........ •HEAD-LINES• •RIP• ---(“Russian missiles blast Ukrainian military academy and hospital, killing more than 50, officials say”)--- There are no more lessons to learn here, no more beds to hold the human wounded, just missile’s shrieking their grotesque ode, The Death of Humankind! RIP, children of God… ---(“Hundreds attend Mercer Island vigil, march for murdered Israeli hostages”)--- Dear mourners, this is the brutal vacuum of a genocidal, terror-filled, indiscriminate war-machine made of fear and we are all hostages to its deafening roar! RIP, children of God… ---(“10-year-old allegedly confesses to fatally shooting 82-year-old man and his daughter”)--- I must confess, this is part of war’s shrieking, children lost with a we...

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sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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